Loquat Rumbling
Oh ticking time… they know that there's trouble in line. Not much to do but look at their shoes and wait for the moment of nothing or crime. Until then it's a rumbling train with conversation strained in a heavy rain. Until then, it's a hundred thoughts bottlenecked at the cross. Oh ticking time… fanatic beliefs kill a man in his prime. Left on the floor, so they know what's in store. All they can see are the ominous signs. Until then it's a rumbling train with conversation strained in a heavy rain. Until then, it's a hundred thoughts bottlenecked at the cross. Soon, they'll know it soon. Keep hope in the room. Until then it's a rumbling train with conversation strained in a heavy rain. Until then, it's a hundred thoughts bottlenecked at the cross
